Today’s excerpt is again from a five-part story I’m working on. Joop, an immigrant to America, is remembering his last night in Belgium, saying goodbye to the woman he loves, Suzanne. In this scene, she’s trying to convince him to stay.
A single tear trickled down her cheek as she said, “I’ll miss you. I need you here.”
Joop reached up and brushed her tear away with his thumb. What to say? They’d had this discussion dozens of times since he’d announced he was going to America.
Suzanne grabbed his hand and pressed her lips to his palm. “Hold onto this, Joop. Hold onto my love; we’ll be together again.
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